I miss you like the deserts miss the rain. I've adapted to existence without you, buried everything we made together, and prolonged exposure to you would be disastrous.
Madness string 82191
We call them games because they are not real. The bad things happen there, not to us. The characters do things we never could, and skip past the things we just don't care for. When the game becomes real... the implications hang in the air like a sentence that trails off into stupid oblivion.